Road-trip | By : Dattebayo-chan Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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AUTHORS NOTE: Long chapter is long, the longest so far with over 6000 words. I hope you'll enjoy it. I also want to thank lolcari (a member at FanFiction.net who left a review for this story there), who hoped that Naruto would melt some of Sasuke's ice and make him human. I liked the wording so I worked it into my story.
Anyway, onwards - happy reading! Sasuke finally snapped inwardly. Fuck pride! He had let Naruto go once, which had proved to be a mistake, and he would be damned before he let it happen again.
He stepped out of the car. “Naruto, wait!”
The blonde had reached the porch in front of the house. He stopped there and turned around when he heard his name being called. He set his bag down on the ground by his feet before he spoke. “What is it?”
They stood in front of each other and Sasuke swallowed uneasily. “I made a mistake when I broke up with you, didn't I?”
“Yeah, you did,” the Uzumaki answered severely.
“I'm sorry,” the Uchiha apologized earnestly.
The blonde hadn’t expected that, but just an apology couldn’t wash away the bitterness. He released a skeptic huff. “It's a little late for apologies, don't you think?”
“No, it's never too late.”
Naruto sighed and looked confused. He could sense that there was another meaning behind the words. “Sasuke, what are you trying to say?”
There was no reason to beat around the bush. Black eyes bored into azure ones, conveying sincerity. If this was going to work, he had to be open and honest. “I want to try again,” the Uchiha clarified.
Blue eyes widened in surprise. “Have you lost your mind?”
The dark-haired man shook his head. “No, I have found it.”
“Do you have any idea of much you hurt me?” the Uzumaki demanded.
“I’m proud of you, little brother,” Itachi announced from the other end of the couch that the brothers where occupying in the living room at Uchiha Manor the following evening. Their parents had gone out together after their family dinner, leaving the two young men with the opportunity for some brotherly bonding.
Sasuke snorted and took a drink from his beer bottle. “What did you tell him exactly?” Sasuke made a face, still feeling emotionally exhausted. “I told him about all the secrets that were buried in my dark soul. I’m sure I made every dead Uchiha turn over in their graves,” he said sarcastically. Itachi laughed. “Well, perhaps it will be worth it in the end.” The younger Uchiha nodded determinedly. “He’s worth it, because something good might come out of it if I’m lucky.” “You just have to keep struggling to win him over.” “I will,” Sasuke assured. “He’s worth fighting for.” “It’s amazing what a miracle worker blondie is. He’s the only one who can truly melt that icy heart of yours,” Itachi mused. “Thanks for the compliment,” Sasuke grumbled. “You always make me feel warm and fuzzy.” “That’s what older brothers are for, little one,” Itachi retorted and made a salute with his beer bottle.Sasuke had been settled in at his new job for a month and he sat by his desk in his office. The only sounds were that of his typing on the keyboard and the humming of the computer. Everyone else had gone home hours ago, which wasn’t strange considering it was close to 21:00 on a Friday evening.
His ambitious intentions were interrupted again and again as his thoughts kept drifting. He still hadn't heard anything from Naruto, nor had they run into each other. The days were long as he waited, waited and waited. He wasn’t the type to give up, but it was getting increasingly difficult to not fear that he had already lost the Uzumaki. He didn’t want to pressure the other either so he forced himself to endure. His family was getting worried because he spent more time at work than anywhere else. It was his way of coping with his anxiousness and Sasuke himself saw it as an opportunity. Not only did it enable him to distract himself from his reflections, but also it was better being at the office and doing something useful rather than going home to an empty apartment and a cold bed. The stillness around him was broken when his phone was ringing. The caller ID said Itachi so he instantly cancelled the call. His brother probably wanted to convince him into going home and Sasuke didn’t feel like it. He turned his chair around and leaned back, stretching his stiff muscles a bit as he observed the city through the huge window. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and sighed. His attention was refocused by a soft knock on his door. He assumed it was his brother or one of his parents, wanting to drag him home. He turned around, preparing to request to be left alone, but he was shocked by what he saw. Naruto was leaning against the doorway casually, looking a mildly amused over the fact that he had caught the Uchiha off guard.They walked together to a small and cozy restaurant, making a bit of small-talk along the way. The blonde still appeared to be a bit guarded, but everything was out in the open now, so he was more accessible than during their road-trip. Sasuke had come to terms with his feelings and was determined to do his best to make things work.
“I’m glad you came,” the Uchiha said finally when they were seated at a table for two and had made their orders. Naruto smiled hesitantly, detecting that Sasuke was making an effort. “Yeah, me too. Spending time with you makes me think of the good old days.” The phrase made Sasuke remember something. “Speaking of good old days,” he said as he pulled out a stripe of four photos from his pocket. “Remember this?” Naruto took the photos and studied the snapshots they had made at a festival one time. He grinned. “I didn’t know you kept these.” Sasuke lifted an eyebrow. They had both received a set each. “You didn’t?” The blonde scratched his neck awkwardly with his free hand. “They may have disappeared when I went a little crazy after our break-up. I didn’t get rid of them, but they vanished somewhere in the mess I created.” The dark-haired man felt guilty, and rightfully so, knowing he had caused Naruto’s anger and sadness. However, this wasn’t the time to reminisce about bad things. It was time to look forward so he chuckled upon hearing about the Uzumaki’s antics. No doubt his companion was overdramatizing to ease up the atmosphere. “Really now?” The blonde nodded and looked amused. “Yepp.” Sasuke went thoughtful for a moment, watching Naruto study the photos nostalgically. “You can keep them.” Blue eyes met dark ones. “Really?” “Yeah, and maybe one day we can make new ones,” the Uchiha said with a good-humored smirk. The blonde laughed and put the pictures in his pocket. Their conversation was interrupted momentarily when their waitress came with their food. “How is Itachi?” the Uzumaki asked as he dug in. The older Uchiha had been sort of a friend back in the day and they hadn’t seen each other in a long time now. Sasuke snorted. “Still the same old bastard.” “Just like someone else I know,” the Uzumaki said teasingly. Sasuke shook his head in amusement. It had been exhausting, but also relieving, to share his thoughts with Naruto a month ago. The air had been cleansed somehow in the process, making the present easy-going atmosphere possible. “We found out that Itachi’s wife is pregnant last week,” he enlightened. Naruto beamed. “That’s great.” The dark-haired man was busy chewing, but he nodded in agreement. He was happy for his brother. The blonde hummed thoughtfully. “You know what this means, don’t you?” “What?” A familiar shit-eating grin spread over the sun-kissed face. “You’re going to be an uncle, meaning it will be your duty to baby-sit.” Sasuke paused in the middle of bringing food to his mouth as a result of his companion’s statement. He hadn’t thought about that before. Now, he didn’t really have anything against kids per se, but he wasn’t used to them. Naruto laughed out loud at the look of horror that crossed the pale face. “I’m sure you’ll do fine,” he soothed. “You’re an Uchiha and all that, aren’t you?” Sasuke smiled tentatively. “Yes, and practice makes perfect, right?” “That’s what they say,” the Uzumaki provided and dipped his head in agreement. “Practice would be good. You want kids of your own some day, don’t you?” “Sort of.” Naruto frowned in puzzlement. “What does that mean?” The pale man pursed his lips briefly before he spoke. “I was thinking we could adopt when we’re ready.” A blonde eyebrow rose in question. “We?” Sasuke smirked good-naturedly. “Yes, that’s what I said. You know, as in you and me.” Naruo lifted his eyebrow higher. “You’re assuming things now.” Sasuke shrugged and his smug expression widened. “I’m an Uchiha, and as such I always get what I want by default,” he said mischievously. Naruto eventually chuckled. “Man, you’re as bigheaded as ever.” Sasuke wasn’t acting conceding, but rather his demeanor displayed playful confidence, something Naruto suspected was a genetic trait in the Uchiha Clan. “I have you to keep me in check though, don’t I?” “We’ll see,” the Uzumaki answered, serious now. “It’s not going to be easy. I hope you’re aware of that.” “I am,” the dark-haired man assured. “I know it will take time, but I want to try and see how this turns out. That way, I won’t have to spend the rest of my life wondering.” “Good,” Naruto said. “Tell, me, what made you think of adoption?” he asked now, feeling done with the serious climate. “You,” the Uchiha answered. Naruto blinked. “Me?” “Yeah, you never got adopted and grew up at the orphanage. Your only parental figure was our school’s student counselor, Iruka. I remember that there would always be many kids there whenever I would visit you. It’s better giving one of them a home instead of bringing a new kid into the world through a surrogate mother or something,” the pale man reasoned. The blonde stared in amazement before laughing a bit. “Maybe you’re not as bad as you seem after all. I’m impressed.” Sasuke looked mildly self-satisfied. “Of course you are.” Naruto shook his head. “I don’t get why you’re acting like an ass so often. If you acted nice, people might actually come to like you.” “I only want one person to like me at the moment,” the Uchiha said and looked across the table meaningfully. “I know,” the Uzumaki acknowledged softly. They paused their conversation temporarily, eating in silence and waiting for a new subject to come up. It was Sasuke who spoke first. “How is Iruka, by the way?” The blonde smiled when he thought about his father figure. “He’s fine. He’s still working at our old school. I don’t think he’ll ever leave.” “He doesn’t have a reason to. The job suits him perfectly,” Sasuke commented. “I think so to,” the Uzumaki said. “And how did you get into architecture?” “It turns out I have a talent for drawing, and I could never have become a paper pusher. I can’t sit still all day, but as an architect I work with my hands a lot and be creative,” the blonde explained. Sasuke’s lips curved upwards agreeably. “It fits you.” The rest of the evening was filled with good food and pleasant conversation. There were some awkward moments, but the two gradually warmed up to each other again.Naruto had invited Shikamaru, Kiba and Gaara for the evening. His living room was filled with games and movies. The group was currently sitting in a circle on Naruto’s living room floor, munching on a huge pizza. He had been seeing Sasuke regularly and spoken with him over the phone repeatedly for the past two months.
“So how is it going with Sasuke?” the dog-lover in the gathering asked. “It’s going well. He really must love me like he says, because he’s really trying,” the blonde mused. “Do you trust him?” Gaara wanted to know. “Yeah,” Naruto answered. “Sasuke isn’t the type to say such things unless he doesn’t mean them. You guys should have heard him the night he dropped me off after that road-trip.” “I second that, actually. Sasuke is pretty straight-forward,” Shikamaru said from where he was positioned on his back, studying the ceiling lazily. “Does he treat you well?” Kiba probed. “He’s been on his best behavior so far,” the blonde said. “Good, just tell me if he screws up. I will send Akamaru on him,” the brunette promised and scratched his beloved pet behind an ear. The huge dog beside his master barked in agreement. “Or we could just cut his balls off with a slow and rusty knife,” the read-head suggested with a ferocious leer. Naruto laughed. “I appreciate that you guys have my back, but I can handle Sasuke.” “Yeah, if there’s anyone who can handle Sasuke, it would be you. You always understood him when no one else could,” Shikamaru concurred in his trademark lazy drawl of a voice. Naruto smirked. “Yepp, I own that pale ass.” “Even in the bedroom?” the low voice of Gaara inquired teasingly. The blonde stuck out his tongue “For your information, we’re not at that point yet, but when we were together before I didn’t let him top me all the time. Fair is fair, and Sasuke understood that too.” “Now that’s some juicy piece of information,” the Inuzuka said smugly and rubbed his hands together as he thought of all the possibilities for mischievousness. “There are more important things to talk about than who’s fucking who,” Shikamaru interjected around a yawn. “Do you love him, Naruto?” The blonde nodded. “He was an important person in my life, so he always had a special place in my heart. It’s just a matter of reacquainting myself with those feelings.” “You always been good at judging people so I guess we’ll have to trust your judgment. You’ll always have us regardless of what happens,” Gaara commented. Naruto grinned widely and raised his beer bottle. “Let’s toast to friendship.” Sasuke was walking around in his living room lighting a few candles. A rose, a bottle of wine and two glasses adorned the coffee table. He cursed as the tremor in his hand made it difficult to light the last candle properly.
He was nervous because Naruto was coming over, bringing take-out and a movie. It had been about three months since the Uzumaki had visited him at the office. The blonde hadn’t been easy on him. Sasuke had been forced to work hard since then. They had gotten to know each other again and reformed their friendship at first. The two them had spoken on the phone nearly every day and met up as often as possible. Progressively, the blonde had allowed more and more displays of affection. Sasuke was allowed to touch him and kiss him freely him by now. They hadn't been intimate yet though. Most of the time they had gone out and done something together, so when Naruto suggested they stay in to eat take-out and watch a movie, Sasuke suspected that tonight could be the big night.
He finally won the battle against the stupid candle and put the lighter away. He scanned the room once more to make sure everything was perfect. He had made it look nice without going overboard. Satisfied, he moved towards the kitchen so he could drink some water to relieve his dry throat.
He halted in his steps when there was a knock on his door. He took a deep breath before walking over and opening it. Naruto was standing outside, casually dressed in jeans and t-shirt, just like Sasuke was.
The blonde grinned casually. “Hey.”
Sasuke grabbed the collar and hauled the sexy being into a heated kiss and Naruto happily reciprocated. “Hi,” the Uchiha said when they broke apart.
The visitor chuckled. “Are you going to let me in or are you going to molest me while the neighbors are watching?”
Sasuke smirked and stepped aside, granting his guest entrance. He took the bag Naruto had in his hands and went in to the kitchen, unpacking the contents. He could hear the blonde following him a few seconds later.
“I like what you have done with the place,” the Uzumaki commented with amusement while he looked over the setting and leaned against a counter in the kitchen.
Sasuke shrugged. He quickly placed the food containers and the movie on the counter before putting away the bag in a drawer. “I just thought I would make the place look nice for your visit. I cleaned the place earlier today and it looks nice with candles and I bought some wine and-” he said in a rush.
Naruto interrupted him with a soft chuckle. “Sasuke . . . are you rambling?”
Dark eyes glared and the owner crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “No.”
Naruto grabbed Sasuke's hand. “Come here,” he ordered and pulled the other into a brief and sweet kiss.
“I like it,” the Uzumaki reassured.
“You better,” the Uchiha muttered.
The blonde snickered quietly. “Let's eat. I'm starving.”
After dinner they watched the movie together. When the credits started rolling, Sasuke got up to turn the television set off. He put on some music instead and refilled their wine glasses. They sat opposite each other on the couch in the living room, sipping their wine while they talked calmly and listened to the tunes that were playing.
Naruto set his glass aside after a while. “I brought something that might interest you,” he said as he stood up and moved towards the hall.
Sasuke woke up because the nightly chill had filled the room. Naruto had also moved further away from him in his sleep. The blonde lay on his side, facing the Uchiha.
Sasuke straightened up and pulled the tanned body closer. Naruto automatically curled up against him. Sasuke wrapped his arms around the Uzumaki’s frame and nuzzled his lover’s neck.
AUTHORS NOTE: The End!
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